User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140724190409/@comment-2246928-20140802222430

Another meaty crunch is heard, and something resembling a bloodied rag dropped from the trees, bouncing against the branches before crumpling to the ground. A patch of white fur upon the reddened corpse proved its identity. The scouting party had just found the wayward rat, Rennj. The still fresh carcass' arm was twisted, its eyes gouged. It stared empty eye-holes up at its captain. The voice had adopted a smiling tone. "Thiz iz what we think of your foraging partiez, ztrange beazzzt...Run, and we will zlay you. Ztay, and we will keep you az playthingz until we dezide you've lozt your value. You are ourzzzz."